Paris is a Nice Place to Die Anyway
“In the time we spent together, we would again become those kids that used to play with each other all day long and laugh, and it felt as the most natural way to live. But somehow, humans have the abilty to ignore the longings of their souls and go back to living the lives they hate, thinking that there is someone being pleased by them doing so. So I was sad and I ignored it and went to Paris and we ate macarons and dressed extravagantly and listened to loud music and I had my first cigarette in ten months and got almost hit by a car, but I didn’t care since Paris would be a nice place to die anyway.”
